I want to see my--er--business man." Rupert was eyeing him sarcastically, and I could see that it was on the tip of his tongue to say, inquiringly, "Receiver of stolen goods, perhaps." What he did say was: "A business man?
That's rather a general description, Lieutenant Keith." Keith looked at him sharply, and then said, with something rather like ill-temper: "He's a thingum-my-bob, a house-agent, say.

I'm going to see him." "Oh, you're going to see a house-agent, are you ?" said Rupert Grant grimly.

"Do you know, Mr Keith, I think I should very much like to go with you ?" Basil shook with his soundless laughter.

Lieutenant Keith started a little; his brow blackened sharply.
"I beg your pardon," he said.

"What did you say ?" Rupert's face had been growing from stage to stage of ferocious irony, and he answered: "I was saying that I wondered whether you would mind our strolling along with you to this house-agent's." The visitor swung his stick with a sudden whirling violence.
"Oh, in God's name, come to my house-agent's! Come to my bedroom.